Video: Judge Jeanine Pirro Hails Hillary’s “Washington Side Step”

After confiding that she took dance classes as a girl, Jeanine Pirro feels qualified to spot a good dancer when she sees one. “There is one woman who can reeeeally dance,” Pirro purred, as she introduced the “What difference does it make!” clip from Hillary’s Senate testimony, last week. “She can do a two step better than anyone!”

Watch as Pirro proceeds to rake Clinton over the coals for her evasive answers.

Video via Massteaparty

“What difference does it make? It makes a difference to Pat Smith still waiting to find out how her son died. It would have made a huge difference to Ambassador Stevens had he been warned to prepare for an attack as a result of a video inciting violence in the region. It makes a difference to that lone schmuck sitting in jail for making the video which YOU blamed the murders on….and if it didn’t make a difference, why did you use the taxpayers’ money to apologize to the Arab world for the video? And by the way…you’re right! It would not have made a difference if you hadn’t misled us about it in the first place.”


Your Sunday Hymn: The King of Love My Shepherd Is

The BYU Singers sing The King of Love My Shepherd Is directed by Ronald Staheli with solo by Shane Warby.

Very nicely done.


Words: Henry W. Baker, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern (London: 1868). This hymn was sung at the fun­er­al of Di­a­na, Prin­cess of Wales, in West­min­ster Ab­bey, Lon­don, Sep­tem­ber 6, 1997.

Music: St. Columba, an­cient Ir­ish mel­o­dy (MI­DI, score).

The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And O what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth!

And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house forever.